My old man's got a problem, he lives with the bottle.

I'm still thinking and hoping there's an opportunity for people to have better lives and that significant change can occur.

I'm not sure if the next song I write is going to be about love or a song about a tree.

Words don't come easily, like forgive me.

Who took away the part so essential to the whole Left you a hollow body Skin and bone.

I love living in California and being able to go to the beach or go to the woods.

Some things remain fragments, just the lyrics and melodies or a line or two or a verse.